Yes/Chad/Clear some room for the other students' safety

"Hey," you shout, "everyone here is going to do exactly what I tell you to, right?"

"Yes," everyone answers almost in unison. Which doesn't stop Gwen from slamming Dana's head into a desk.

"Every student not involved in a fight take the desks from the center of the room, and move them to the walls. Ms. Wells, lock the door so no one can get in, and block their view by standing in front of the door." Everyone rushes to do as you say, giving Gwen some room to fight. Dana seems to be coming out of her dazed state some, and is hitting your sister in the side in an attempt to get out of the headlock she finds herself in.

"We need to stop this," says Ms. Wells as she looks toward her bag on her desk. She is obviously wishing for her cell phone as she can't make herself leave the door that you've instructed her to block.

"Why Ms. Wells," you ask your very pacifist teacher, "is it sexually arousing you?"

"Yes," she replies, "it doesn't make any sense but it does!"

You let your teacher stew in her own juices as you turn your attention fully to the fight. Dana isn't fairing well at all. Her face is starting to show the effects of the beating, though the majority won't show up until her immune system has time to make everything swell up fully. She is feebly trying to fight back, but Gwen is a demon. This isn't her first fight. Gwen has been getting in fights for years . . . but she usually isn't caught. You've heard about them though. Some of them sounded rather epic actually. She always played off the wounds to your mother as skating damage; but you knew better. There really is no contest as she beats your bitch ex into submission. She then drags the cunt over to your feet.

"Kiss his fucking feet!" she yells.

"No morah," whines Dana, slurring her words through her mangled face . . . you think her jaw might actually be broken; not surprising given that Gwen broke a skateboard across it.

"If you don't want more," Gwen says, "then kiss his fucking feet, bitch!"

She tries to kiss your feet, succeeding only in smearing blood on your nice white Reeboks.

"This is your fucking master now bitch. You got that?" You find yourself a little uncomfortable with your white sister telling your black ex-girlfriend that you are her master . . . but you can fix that if you need to right?

Dana nods dumbly.

"He is your god now. You are whatever he wants you to be. If he wants to fuck you, he'll fuck you. If he wants to knock you up, you'll beg for his kids. If he wants to piss down your throat, you'll swallow it like it was the nectar of the gods. If he wants you to fuck all of the animals in the zoo, you'll ask which one he wants you to fuck first . . . and you won't leave until your full of all of that animal cum. You got it bitch."

Dana nods again, sobbing.

"I said, do you got it, you stupid fucking cunt."

"Yesh!" she slurs.

"She's all yours, my love," says Gwen, outing your incestuous relationship in front of the entire class. "What do you want to do with her?"

What do you want to do with her?

• Fix her wounds and give her to Gwen.
• Fix her wounds and make her your personal fucktoy.
• Fix her wounds and make her your personal toilet.
• Fix her wounds and make her a free use slut for the school.
• Fix her wounds and make her a toilet for the school.
• Just make her a free use slut for the school.
• Just make her a toilet for the school.

Nothing yet, you have to take care of something else first.

• Make the class forget your relationship with your sister.